Malin slouched in the mentor's seat, listless after watching the day's competition. It was so calm it felt like yesterday's events hadn't happened at all. Even the team captains from the mid-level team of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest had shaken hands with their opponents from the War God Church.
Please, even if you have camaraderie from battle, could two grown men hug it out? They were just swelling each other's faces moments ago.
Malin despondently watched as the teams from the Church of the Goddess of the Night and the Shepherd's Church took the stage... Ah, compared to a major church like the Church of the Goddess of the Night, these little religious groups once passed down among shepherds seemed so fragile. Nowadays, capitalists have industrialized sheep farming with thousands of lambs in a single farm. Malin really didn't know when the big shot would embrace mechanization--ah spit, that's not right, industrialization.
